Chapter 608 Busy Time

When Alvin and Dobby returned to the kitchen, Hermione was sitting there frowning, beside her was Winky who was still crying.

She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down the cracks between her fingers.

The situation has not changed much from before Ivan left, or worse, Winky looks even more sad!

Hermione seemed to have given up trying to persuade her, and she looked at the house-elf in the distance in pain.

More than three hundred house elves hid far away by the wall, as if they were very scared, but they dared not leave.

They stared at Hermione in panic with wide-eyed eyes, which could only see fear, humbleness and obedience.

Aiwen sighed, the difference between the current house elves and their ancestors I saw below is really big.

Hundreds of years of slavery have completely distorted their hearts, and they have fundamentally abandoned the idea of ​​independence and freedom.

Although their appearance has not changed, these house-elves are a completely different species from their ancestors.

They were slaves to wizards, willing slaves, and nothing more.

"I interviewed them to understand their views, and I just asked a few key questions, and they all ran away!" Hermione sighed, turned her head and asked, "By the way, what were you two doing just now?" went?"

"Dobby led me around and made a lot of interesting discoveries."

Seeing Aiwen's expression, Hermione didn't continue to ask, she knew Aiwen's purpose here.

Since it is an interesting discovery, it is not suitable to discuss it here.

Her brow furrowed, and she turned her attention back to the house-elves, annoyed at their behavior.

A few minutes later, when Ivan and Hermione were about to leave, the house elves who had been trembling by the wall surrounded them again.

They reached out and handed a lot of snacks to Ivan and Hermione, and asked them to take them upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it. She watched the elves bowing and curtseying, with a pained look on her face.

Alvin packed a lot of cream cakes and pies, and climbing the ice ladder just now consumed a lot of his energy.

"Goodbye, Master Irwin!" Dobby said, waving his hands, "Goodbye, Miss Granger!"

"Good night, Dobby!" Ivan said, "Remember to go up and take the clothes I gave you later."

Hearing his words, Dobby suddenly smiled.

Hermione waved at Dobby as well, and glanced at the other house-elves who had applied for the lowly.

"I've just thought about it carefully, and I think it would be ideal for those house elves to observe Dobby more!" Hermione led the way up the marble stairs, "Look at Dobby's That way, the other elves will see how happy he is to be free, and by and by they'll learn they'd like that too!"

"It's a good idea. If you want to help the house elves protect their rights, the first thing you need to do is to change their own deformed thinking of being enslaved!" Aiwen said, his mouth was full of pies, "Maybe Dobby can take the lead The effect, although unlikely, is better than your haste. I only hope that they don't look too closely at Winky."

"She'll be happy too," said Hermione, but her tone was also a little hesitant. "When this scare is over and she gets used to life at Hogwarts, you'll see her leave the little girl named Crowe." Life is so much easier, odd guy!"

"I hope so!" Ivan nodded, staying in Crouch's house might not even kill him.

From this perspective, Winky should indeed be happy.

In the next few days, Ivan kept thinking about the devil in the form of a house elf under the kitchen.

He looked through a lot of materials in the library, but found no clues.

Relying on the information at hand, it is almost impossible to investigate a dark wizard who lived in Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, let alone the more mysterious demon altar. information.

In the end, he could only focus on deciphering the ancient runes he had brought back.

Compared with the information of the ancient warlock era found in the swamp ruins, the work of deciphering these runes is not so difficult.

Ai Wen went to observe under the kitchen several times alone to make sure that nothing was missed.

Although these runes have a history of hundreds of years, most of the magic civilization at that time was in the same line as the current magic philosophy.

It is only a matter of time before this magic text is deciphered.

Also worried about the house-elves was Hermione, who ultimately didn't report about Dobby.

Hermione accepted Aiwen's suggestion and planned to make reversing the change of house-elves' concept as the next step.

Amidst the busyness, time passed quickly, and December entered in a blink of an eye.

December brings high winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts, and although there are always drafts in the castle in winter, everyone is excited about the castle every time they pass Durmstrang's big ship parked on the lake. Be thankful for the roaring fire and the thick walls.

The great ship pitched and tossed in the gale, its black sails billowing and dancing in the dark night sky.

Many thought it must have been terribly cold in Durmstrang's trailer too.

No wonder Krum ran to the school library when he had nothing to do, while other Durmstrang students were used to spending time in the Slytherin common room, and they got along pretty well.

Beauxbatons' pupils were more accustomed to staying in their carriages than Durmstrang's pupils.

The only exception is Gabriel, who is second only to Fred and George in the Gryffindor common room.

Furong had never been here before, and she seemed very relieved to hand over her sister to Aiwen's care.

The school was peaceful, and everyone seemed to have recovered from the shock brought by the fire dragon, and began to look forward to the next project.

Ivan noticed that Hagrid kept providing Mrs. Maxim's steeds with their favorite single malt whiskey.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students in the Protection of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy.

It doesn't do any good, as they're still tending to the dreaded snails, and some wits are needed.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating!" Hagrid told the shivering students in the pumpkin patch the next class. "We might as well try and see if they want to sleep. in the box"

Now there are only ten snails left, and it is clear that their killing of each other has not been completely eradicated. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: